One

I am old now.

I am old now, and the things that happened under the weak light of the snow moon when I was a little girl have drifted far downstream. And yet, when I close my eyes, I see it all before me, once more.

Maybe there are things I have forgotten.

Maybe there are some things, things that have passed from my memory, and now exist nowhere. I am the oldest of the clan, and when I die, my memories will die with me, unless I have passed them on to the memory of others, through story.

So I have. I have told many stories in my life, and those stories that I have told, well, they will live on in the younger ones.

But there are some stories I have never told.

There is one story, one story …

There is one story, which some people know a little of, but of which only I know the whole truth, and I will take that truth with me to whatever it is that lies in wait for us, when we close our eyes for the last time.